[Cid won't mind the interruption and he looks up at the unfamiliar face, but then he recalls about the young man needing a place for his wyvern, and he smiles all the same.]

Well chose quite well, although I would have accepted alcohol just as well.

[A playful wink as he takes the cup and brings it to him. Honestly, he could probably use it after all this work he's inflicted upon himself.]

You're the one with the wyvern, correct? How is she faring?